About Gold: All That Glitters
by K.I.L. Kenny
71 pages / 18000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-293-4
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In New York City, everybody's an actor – it's just a question of whether they'll admit it. Jed has an Equity card and a glittering Broadway dream. Philip is the one with the pretty face, but his ambition is a life of money and leisure. A one-night stand between the two is no problem, but when Philip asks for a second date, and then a third, Jed starts to wonder if Philip might actually be serious. Philip is wondering, too, and he's determined to put a stop to the affair before it goes too far. But can he?
Sample
Jed dropped onto the park bench and spread his arms along the back to
discourage company. It was hard enough to find a seat that wasn't covered in
pigeon poop or even less appealing messes; he didn't plan to share it with
some loony wanting an audience on this raw April night.
Bryant Park wasn't his favorite spot to begin with. It wasn't like Central
Park, where he could turn off the main path and pretend he was really in the
woods. Bryant Park's trees were carefully spaced, and the middle of the
block was wide open for a playground and picnic area. He liked the library
on the Fifth Avenue side, with its regal, stony lions, but the park seemed
like a weak excuse for green.
It was convenient, though. Somewhere not too far away on 43rd Street, Philip
was having dinner with a client. Afterward, Philip would find him here. His
cock stirred gently at the thought.
He mouthed the name silently. Philip. Phil-ip. A fillip, a tantalizing shock
of a man, who looked right into Jed's eyes and jolted his heart. Slender and
beautiful, with crisply curling black hair and olive skin so fine that it
seemed to have no pores at all, Philip was made for worship. But it was the
steady look from Philip's brown eyes that had Jed feeling shivery.
There was no sugarcoating it -- Jed had been picked up by an expert. He
hadn't played even the least bit hard to get. Philip had seemed to recognize
that lo, here was a gay bike courier ripe for the picking the moment Jed had
walked through the office doorway. Had Jed been giving off a needy vibe? It
happened sometimes, in the run-up to a big audition. No doubt the way he'd
stopped, jaw dropping, at his first sight of Philip had kind of helped the
gaydar hone in.
Then Philip had "happened to bump into him" coming off the freight elevator
with his bike after the last of his many stops through the building. Guys in
expensive suits didn't just "happen by" freight elevators. A guy in an
expensive suit shouldn't have known that Jed was on that elevator in the
first place. Philip was obviously a man who knew who to ask for information.
Jed was still a little stunned that a bike courier could be the target of
that kind of focus.
When all was said and done, he'd agreed to meet Philip on the 42nd Street
side of the park at ten p.m. on a Tuesday night. Philip was late. Jed was
nearly hard.